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What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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So, I’m rushing to the station on Minami Rinkan Street, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. The vibe in the air? Electric. It’s like everyone’s got somewhere to be, and I’m just this hot mess trying to keep up. I grab a coffee from that little shop on the corner—y’know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, I totally forgot her name. But she smiled at me, and I was like, “Score!”

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